I guess I am still in lame joke mode from this weekend. I apologize. A little.
Rock City is a strange–yes, almost enchanting–place. The entire trip through Rock City took us about an hour and a half. But we didn’t dally for brewskis or barbeque, so I cannot guarantee that your trip would be as quick. Tourists are led along a stone path, which is referred to as “The Enchanted Trail.”
Enchanted? I don’t know. But definitely a cool, shaded haven on a hot day. That alone felt like magic. It doesn’t take long before you run into Gnome Country. I sort of loved the gnomes, but was still cautious of them. Never can be sure about those guys (they aren’t a very culturally diverse and/or gender diverse group). You’ll have to look closely to see the gnomes in the third picture.
Once you say goodbye to the gnomes, you need to prepare yourself for Goblin’s Pass. I told Mom to look afraid as she entered under Goblin’s Pass. This is her “terrified” expression.
The path has some crazy twists, turns, and squeezes.
Jordan got stuck trying to keep his shoulders perpendicular to the wall.
Eventually, the trail led us to the crown jewel of Rock City: the man-made waterfall at Lovers Leap. First the bridge:
Jordan and my father are too much alike sometimes. They both seemed to thoroughly enjoy rocking the
Alas, Lovers Leap. And the fall.
Rock City claims that visitors can see seven different states from Lovers Leap. But it tends to be a bit hazy, so I think the seven states days are few and far between. But quick! Geography quiz! What seven states should you be able to see on a clear day from Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga?!
I think I can see maybe two in this shot 🙂
Beyond this, there are better views of the falls and a fairy tale cave of wonders. We thought the cave was a little, um, how do you say….trippy? Strange scenes of gnomes glowing in black light, for example. But it was visually stimulating, if nothing else.
Rock City is another touristy place that forces you to embrace kitsch if you want to enjoy yourself. Luckily, I had practice from Ruby Falls mood lighting that morning. And I’m now thankful that we can smugly think “Done that” when we drive passed the “See Rock City” signs.